Page 17 of Throne of Sin

“The other girls told me…” I gasp at the sudden movement of Dante picking me up. He sits down in his large armchair and bends me over his lap. My shorts are torn off with an echoing rip, leaving my ass bare to him. He slaps me hard. His hand massages the area before he slaps me again. This time, it’s his lips that soothe the light ache. When the sting disappears, it’s replaced with desire. I’m slapped a third time.

Arousal pools between my legs. His hand grabs at my inner thigh and spreads them as his teeth scrape down my skin with little nips.

“Dante, what the hell?”

I try to sit up, embarrassed I like this way too much.

“You want to be treated this way? Then I’ll treat you how you want. What do you think TJ wanted from you?”

His finger circles my wet entrance, moving my slickness to my clit. “You aremyslut, Demi.” He pushes his finger into me and I moan at the sudden intrusion. I feel his tongue on my skin and he moves toward my forbidden entrance. His tongue circles my puckered hole. The combination feels like heaven. I’m too into it to tell him to stop. A better version of me should.

My hips move to his rhythm without my permission. I’m almost dry humping his leg as he fingers me.

I’m so close to coming. I don’t remember the last time I had an orgasm that I didn’t cause myself.

“Are you going to disobey me again?” he asks, his fingers stopping. My hips keep moving craving that high Dante gives me.

“I didn’t know I was disobeying you.” His fingers refuse to move so I wiggle in his lap. “But I know now, and I’ll try not to make the same mistake.”

“Try?”

“I won’t.” I quickly say, and his fingers move again. His fingers fuck me while his other hand circles my other hole. He adds just a bit of pressure and I’m moaning out his name.

“Guaranteed, TJ wouldn’t have made you come.” He stands, pushing me off his lap, and walks out of the room, slamming the door after him.

What the hell just happened in here? I’m confused, mortified, and ashamed by how I reacted.

I pick up my shredded shorts that will no longer fit and I blow out an annoyed breath. My heart is still pounding like a drum when the door opens a crack. I run behind the desk to seek cover and watch as a female arm slips in, placing a pair of Throne of Sin shorts just inside the door.

After stepping into the new shorts, I walk out on shaky legs. I can’t help but look for Dante. He’s nowhere in sight.

“What happened? I’ve never seen Dante look so mad,” Robin asks. I give her a fake smile, still unsure what to say, and shrug.

“If I were you, I would bust my ass tonight. If Dante comes back and you’re not working your share, I’d hate to see what would happen.”

“I have to ask…” I don’t know why I’m even going here… “How many people in this room have slept with Dante?”

“Oh, girl, don’t be giving him those big savior eyes. Our work conditions are fair. It’s why no one ever leaves, but Dante doesn’t mix business with pleasure. If you are already one of his girls, he will never touch you. He doesn’t sample the merchandise, if you know what I’m saying.”

“Drinks are ready,” Sienna calls toward us as a not-so-subtle way to make us stop talking and get back to work.

Robin dips her head and whispers, “She’s mean. Don’t get on her nasty side.” She walks away in the opposite direction without a backward glance. Robin is the girl who walks around to do lap dances. Sometimes she takes the men into a curtained off area while others are in a back room. I stand, watching as she works the room with a confidence I don’t think I’ll ever have.

“Demi!” Sienna shouts and points toward a tray of drinks. I go toward the bar, trying to get my head back into the game.

“That girl is the queen of gossip. Be careful around her.” As a general rule, I make a habit out of trusting no one. Everyone screws me one way or the other and I end up on the bottom. I nod at Sienna’s advice and give her a fake smile before grabbing my tray.

I look at the ticket that says what table they go to and continue serving drinks, making sure I don’t make any unwelcome eye contact with anyone. I really need this job and I can’t have Dante tossing me out.

Chapter 9

Dante

Siennakeepscastingglancesat me like she wants to ask a question. I sip on my water, looking over the floor of the club while pretending to do paperwork to avoid any conversation. The folders are spread in front of me, but they refuse to hold my interest. Instead, my eyes want to stay glued to Demi in her corset and booty shorts. I’ve never hated my dress code until now. She should have more clothes on. Too many of the men are looking at her like a piece of meat. I scoff at the thought, Demi is already the most conservatively dressed out of everyone.

“I’ve never seen you like this before.” My head turns to the side to find Sienna standing there with a wide smile.

I grunt a noncommittal response and open a folder. She doesn’t leave and laughs while placing a hand on my shoulder. Automatically, I roll my shoulder to remove her hand. I hate people touching me. She does it to push my buttons and see how far she can go.

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